Warning: this first chapter is kind of gorey.
A 17 year old girl who looked more like she was 15 walked down a path. She had long brown hair left to cascade down her back and had purple eyes. At the end of the path there was a grave yard. The graveyard had almost as many bushes and trees as it had occupants. The girl was wearing a long black coat and carried a leather satchel.
Besides being over grown there was something odd about this particular graveyard, it was surrounded by armed guards. The guards were there to protect one of the recent residents. His name was Patrick Ottoman, 49 years old, and was murdered in his home not more than 24 hours ago.
Patrick Ottoman was a Genius, he was the greatest black smith Fiore had ever seen, who's blades were often infused with magic. The girl knew she could take out the guards protecting Ottomans body easy enough, but she didn't feel like killing today.
The girl approached one of the guards, "My name is Patricia Banks, I'm here for the tissue sample." She lied. Her name was not Patricia, the real Patricia Banks lay unconscious, gagged, and tied to a small chair in an abandoned building near by.
The guard nodded and accepted a letter from the girl. It was a letter of verification sent from the head of Fiore's Neural Scientific Program, there was not a picture of Patricia on the letter. Only her instructions. It explained that Patricia was there to collect Ottomans brain for research purposes. There was too much of a risk of the famous body being stolen if he was moved by train. So an inconspicuous, small, single female was sent to collect the part that was wanted. The real Patricia Banks was a S-class plant mage hired from the guild Lamia Scale. The fake Patricia was even more powerful.
The guard gave her a look of disgust, but lead her into the grave yard. After a minute he stopped. "it's just around the corner, when your done put him in the body bag, don't worry about the clean up, his body won't be reexamined," the guard cleared his throat and stared at his feet. "i'll be waiting right here."
The girl understood his squeamish ness. Many years she too would have been disgusted to see a dead body. Let alone a human who had no problem dissecting one of it's own kind.
The girl approached Ottoman. He was laid out on a long white table for her convenience. She put on a pair of white latex gloves from her satchel. She leaned over the body with a scalpel from her satchel and got to work removing the brain. It took her less time than an common surgeon because of her magical ability. After wards she took a curved needle and bright red autopsy string and stitched the skin back together.
Then she broke the protocol of Patricia Banks and made a cut exposing the wright Radius and Ulna. Expertly she removed and cleaned the bones. She placed them in a tuber ware container and then in the bottom of her satchel. She put the brain in a less narrow container taken from the real Patricia. Then from a pocket in her coat she removed wooden replicas of the bones she had removed from the right hand of Patrick Ottoman. With a lot of pushing and splattering of blood she forced them into place, then folded the skin back to it's original position. She leaned over the body and quietly whispered a spell. The skin on the right arm of a dead man was healed, no one would ever know the bones were moved. She removed a rag from her satchel and cleaned up all the blood from the arm.
She picked up a neatly folded body bag from beside the fold up table that was laying in the grass. She managed to place Ottoman in it with surprising ease for such a small woman. "Rest in peace Patrick Ottoman," she whispered.
She packed up her satchels and removed her gloves.
When she rounded the corner she saw the guard. "Do you know a place where I could dispose of these," she said holding up a pair of what used to be white latex gloves.
A Newspaper clipping from -Fiore Daily
A day after Fiore's Neural Scientific Program (NSP) representative failed to arrive with the brain of recently deceased Patrick Ottoman, Patricia Banks (representative) was found in an abandoned factory that once mass produced a brand of shoes. She was conscious but confused when a homeless man looking for shelter stumbled upon her. She had on a black coat and a small, brown leather satchel containing supplies and Patrick Ottoman's brain. The homeless man who found Patricia was awarded with 50,000. It appeared that Patricia was attacked after removing the brain. Patricia's attacker, a suspected mage has not yet been found. Anyone with information on this crime should contact the local police with the opportunity of receiving 160,000 jewel.